[ wow... that sick burn. hawke just waves him off closes the menu. why are they friends again? ]

There could be more blood in the scenario, you never know. Perhaps there's an underground gambling ring right in the basement of this shop. Or, oh, liquor profiteering. ... A brothel?

[ none of these are right and hawke trying to prove it just makes it more obvious. the waitress comes to take their order then and hawke decides on the hot chocolate and a strawberry and banana crepe. desserts will obviously help soak up the last of the alcohol in her system and also, it's tasty. she seems pretty satisfied at least. ]

I am very unscrupulous, okay.